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“The main motion is the lift, so you’ve got to make sure you nail that.” Reki was trying his best to demonstrate slowly but it wasn’t exactly coming across well.
Tricks on skateboards are fast and take a keen and knowing eye to decipher. Even the simplest of moves, as an ollie is, couldn’t be easily achieved after only a few attempts.
Especially since Langa was so caught up on the muscle memory of snowboarding, which is immensely different in many ways, getting used to how a skateboard felt under his feet was probably going to be the most effective way for him to learn. Though the theory behind it was of course important too, and that’s all they could do right now at school.
The little skateboard danced under Reki’s fingers, following them like a familiar routine, wanting to be as practiced and perfected as his feet on his own board.
Langa’s eyes were dropping with his frown. Though trying his best to understand it from view, it felt like it was just becoming more unclear, the awkward slowness Reki was trying his best to attempt doing nothing positive for his visualisation.
After a few more attempts, Reki sighed heavily.
“Move closer.”
Closer?
They were already… pretty damn close.
Lying on their fronts on the roof of the school, they were face to face and supported by their arms. Considering the tech deck was literally a small skateboard controlled by fingers, Langa naturally had to be rather close to be able to see all the intricacies properly.
To move closer than that, would that not be uncomfortable? Too invasive of personal space? Since Reki was the one asking, he clearly didn’t think of it that way, and a strange yet newly familiar feeling of warmth burst through his chest and made it to his cheeks.
The way Reki asked, suggested really, it was quieter than the rest of what he said. Not in a necessarily shy way, he definitely said it with conviction, yet there was something so intimate and welcoming about it.
His face had changed, too, to something of a small smile and relaxed eyes, that were directly gazing into Langa’s.
It was unsurprising how Langa completely fell into the voice, into the face, into the suggestion. They were already so close. Almost close enough that they could feel the breath of each other when speaking. Yet despite that, Langa moved closer, and was glad that he did so.
Then a big, cheesy smile broke out onto Reki’s face, his eyes closing and creasing with it. “You’ll be able to see better like this! And I should be able to do it at normal speed.”
Now they could absolutely feel each other’s breaths brushing against their chins.
“Yeah. I’ll pay close attention.”
Or at least, he could try to.
Reki moved back to explaining, to demonstrating an ollie more accurately. He was saying something about flicking your foot back instead of slamming it but that’s all Langa caught before his mind accidentally drifted elsewhere.
As he explained, Reki’s face tilted sideways, his eyes completely focussed in on his fingers working the board. He finished a sentence somewhere along the line and Langa swore he saw it.
Saw the slight hint of pink peek out of the parting line of his lips, saw it brush quickly over the bottom one before retreating back.
It was a quick action. Barely took a second. Yet it drew Langa’s attention to his lips, slightly chapped and red and inviting. With how close they were and their positions, either one of them could move ever so slightly forward, and…
They could kiss. Right now. They could. Easily.
And Langa found his heart racing even more than before at the thought, a phantom feeling of firm pressure on his lips mimicking the fantasy...
Oh.
He actually wanted to kiss Reki. More than he’d wanted to do anything for a long while.
It was a sudden realisation and it hit him like a truck, the impulsive want sprouting forward and becoming the only thing he could think about.
God, he really wanted to kiss Reki. The more he dwelled the stronger it got.
It was almost overwhelming in the best way possible. Every time the other did so much as speak, the fire in his gut was fanned, the pull in his chest tugged on.
Would it be okay if he kissed Reki?
Maybe not right then. Maybe not that day. But at some point. It’s something he wanted to do and that was now so extremely obvious.
As long as Reki himself had no objections, which he would of course ask about beforehand, he was going to kiss him one day.
“Does that make sense?” Langa’s thoughts were interrupted by Reki finally looking up, snapping him out of his trance. Langa stumbled over his words while trying to answer.
“Um... show me one more time?”